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John had me over his shoulder and the other three Beatles were tagging along. We arrived at the train car and it wasn't long before John started bellowing again.

"Roll call! Harrison!"

"Present!"

"Starkey!"

"Present!"

"McCartney!"

"Present!"

John clamoring was quite loud, really. I wonder if the other train passengers can hear this. Shouldn't an attendant or someone be worried about what is going on?

I sat down nervously, fixing my shirt and smoothing my shorts. I am not dressed for the occasion, and even worse, my socks and feet are dirty and wet from running.

By the looks of it, Paul was the most suspicious of me. Ringo was looking out the window, George was reading the paper, and John...well he was just being John. He was ogling at me, while wiggling his eyebrows.

"So, you say you're from the future, Charlene. Why should we believe that?" Paul demanded.

"I have proof." I squeaked. I was not going to be interrogated like a criminal, I was going to stand up for myself and try my best to explain that I'm from 2010.

"What kind of proof?" George asked, looking up from the newspaper.

"Let me show you." I replied, reaching for my pocket. My iPod should prove it to them, but I don't know how the John Lennon cassette ended up in my shorts pocket.

Well, I am in 1964, I guess anything is possible at this point. I thought to myself.

"If you would so kind, may you let us gaze upon the mystical, futuristic evidence?" John pleaded as he grabbed my hand and kneeled on the floor.

"Alright, don't wet yourself," I returned, "Here it is." I clasped the silver iPod in my hand, showing it to all of them.

"Gear, what is it exactly?" George inquired.

I love it when they say gear.

"It's an iPod, it plays music and videos." I explained. They looked at it as a caveman would look at a compass.

"How does it all fit in there? It's so... small. It's no bigger than me own hand!" Ringo said, trying to comprehend the little gadget and how it works.

"I actually don't know how it works, but it's a common device in my time. All of my friends have one of their own," I answered, handing it to him, "Try it for yourself."

Ringo took the iPod with hesitant hands and I helped him to maneuver the earpieces into his ears. I played a song they should all be very familiar with.

Oh yeah I tell you something, I think you'll understand, when I say that something, I wanna hold your hand..

"John! Paul! I can hear you guys singing!" Ringo looked absolutely giddy.

Paul took the iPod from Ringo, stuck a earpiece in his ear and gawked at the iPod in his hands, he passed the iPod to John and George, who each took a earpiece. Their reactions were quite funny really, I couldn't help but laugh a little.

They took turns listening to the iPod and when the song finished they pleaded me to play another song.

What harm can it do, I thought to myself, and played another song. They all were having fun playing with my iPod. They were smiling and joking around with each other.

If only they knew how much things would change, and how different it'll couple years down the road, I thought, fights, people quitting, concerts going bad, people burning their albums, Yoko... My thoughts trailed off.

It's not that I hate Yoko, but she didn't help by pushing her ideas on songs and never leaving John's side.

Not that I'm jealous or anything. Definitely not. John could have done better, and is good looking and witty and funny and creative and-

But before I could finish that thought I was brought back to reality by John snapping his fingers in my face.

"Charlene, come back to Earth." John said, smiling at my absentmindedness.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I was just deep in thought." I sheepishly admitted. My cheeks were completely flushed and I had butterflies.

Great, I'm infatuated with John.

"We believe that you're from the future, this iPod thing is otherworldly!" Paul raved, catching my attention, and handing it back to me.

I smiled. "But be warned, it has tremendous amounts of power! Zap!" I alarmed them, pretending to vaporize George with the flick of an earpiece.

"Ohhh." George moaned, collapsing on the floor, and lying with his tongue sticking out of his mouth at a bizarre angle.

"Not Georgie, my baby! Oh, you poor little thing." John cooed, as he kneeled next to George.

"How did you get here? Not that we don't want you here, but time travel isn't an everyday hobby, or at least I hope it isn't in the future." Ringo questioned, looking confused.

This is going to be hard to explain, even I don't know how I got here.

But I'm glad I did.